Cheating for the first time

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It had been a whirlwind year. Moving from Delhi, getting married, the arrival of our son and then accepting a job in Mumbai. And so was, as a young family we headed excitedly down the Maximum City start our new life together…One of my first tasks in my new job was to appoint myself a secretary. We interviewed three girls, myself and my boss, all very well qualified, though one woman was a good fifteen years older than me, so would’ve felt a bit like having my mother at work. Which left a choice of two. One girl had slightly more experience, but in all honesty was a bit of a plain Jane, frumpy, with big plastic glasses and spots around her mouth. The other girl, less experienced but oh my, those dark brown eyes, shining black hair and hour glass figure was spell binding, so once the interviews were completed I advised my boss she was the girl for me!
“Are you sure now, Sanju? not as well qualified as the second girl, but she’s certainly got the looks…! Well its your choice, just remember, you’ve a wife and a at home, so you can , but don’t touch!” How could I forget? Since becoming pregnant within a month or so of our honeymoon, my wife had slowly reduced the amount of sex we had.


And since my son was born, it had been an absolute non-starter! I didn't dare push it too much, as he was certainly a demanding , crying half the night, thankfully my wife didn't work any more, so was happy after him, while I relaxed after work. But a man still has his needs, at least with Sandra, my new secretary I got work and chat with a stunning, vibrant young woman, and though she was off limits, it did no harm admire her gorgeous anglo-indian looks, lovely full breasts through her silk blouses and long stockinged legs.At home I would occasionally try on with my wife, be quickly rebuffed and resort to a wank in the toilet instead. Initially my wanks always consisted of imagining fucking my favourite actress, or someone similarly untouchable. Very occasionally I would toss off over Giya, the one and girl I’d had an innocent little fling with in college. But even then our little affair amounted a couple of dates in the movies, a kiss a cuddle and a grope.


As a school sweetheart, my wife was the woman I’d ever slept with. Increasingly nowadays though, my wanks revolved around, Sandra. I’d imagine various scenarios in my head, us fucking across my desk, going out lunch, but instead opting for a blow job in the car, at a beauty spot overlooking the lake close our office. My favourite fantasy though started with the usual rebuttal from my wife. As I lay in bed frustrated, I’d hear a knock at the door. With my wife sleeping by my side, I’d creep out the room answer the door. Standing , in a faux fur coat and high heels would be Sandra, which she would flash open reveal a black Basque, stockings and suspenders. “Take me Sanju!” is all she would say, and with that, I would lead her silently up the stairs into the bedroom next to mine. While my wife slept obliviously in the adjacent room, I would slowly undress my secretary and proceed to her brains out. I imagined various scenarios, taking her roughly from behind, doggy style, whilst grabbing folds of her thick black hair, or me lying down flat on the bed, whilst she mounted me and slowly ground my cock orgasm.


Another outcome I fantasized about was the door opening whilst she was riding me, and my wife’s face appearing. She would simply stand , aghast, as this other woman milked the spunk from my cock. Sandra would simply turn and smile at my wife, whilst I grabbed her big tits, or squeezed her beautiful fleshy bum, unable stop myself from emptying into this big, lusty, tanned-skinned sexy lusty woman….The best one though was her simply entering our marital bedroom. While my wife slept alongside me, Sandra, would silently walk into the room, pull back the covers and mount me. She would slowly, silently me, with my wife sleeping throughout, right beside us. As I came inside her, Sandra would lean forward and feed one of her breasts in my mouth, and I would hungrily suck and bite, reveling in the sensation of her nipple swelling between my teeth, as I proceeded shoot my seed high inside her deep anglo cunt.


A couple of months on, and Sandra had settled in her role wonderfully. We got on brilliantly and going work was an absolute pleasure. I had to pinch myself in fact at being so lucky have such a gorgeous and willing secretary. As the days and weeks pass, we began flirting with each other too. I made a point of complimenting her on her appearance every day (it wasn't hard!) as I’d noticed she had begun to wear sexier outfits. Tight fitting, short skirts, and even some days come to wok with no bra on. The sight of those brown nipples under her white blouse was simply mesmerizing! And that day was no exception. Her raven hair was up in a cute little pony tail, which revealed the delicate nape of her neck. As I watched her typing away, I was imagining lightly kissing it as I stood behind her, my hands cupping both her breasts. In many ways i was seeing her as the complete opposite of my wife, has brown hair, petite and with a pasty complexion.


Sandra, was long-legged and tall, with dark, dusky skin, and jet black long hair. Her breasts weren’t that big, but they looked certainly bigger than my wife’s and more than a good handful I’d imagine. As I gazed at her, I continued my little fantasy. I really did wonder what it would feel like hold another woman, touch her breasts, to take one in my mouth. To feel her pussy grip my cock, to have her lips encircle my hardness…


It was late in the afternoon and most of our colleagues had now left the building as my gaze averted from my paperwork watch Sandra getting up from her desk carry a large armful of the day’s files in her arms. I could see the inevitable was about happen, and so did as the top file spilled off the pile and on to the floor. In her attempts to stop falling, Sandra managed drop more and before you knew , files were all over the place. “Damn!” she cried, bending down pick them up. As she did I caught a tantalizing glimpse of her cleavage, through her loosely buttoned blouse. “Here, let me help.” I said, as I got up and walked over to her assistance. Picking up a couple of files I handed them to her and our faces were inches apart. “Thank you.” Sandra replied, “I’m so clumsy!” “You’re gorgeous.” I heard myself reply without thinking, before brushing back some of her dark hair behind her ears. It’s the first time I’d actually touched her and I felt electricity shoot through my veins. We froze, looking at each other intently, trying to read each others emotions in our eyes, to see if they were reciprocated.


Before I knew it we’re stood back up and pulling at and undoing each other’s clothing, with frantic little kisses as the button’s and zips were undone. Within seconds her blouse was open at the front and I got to feast my eyes on her breasts. They were housed in a white, balcony bra, which pushed them upwards and forwards like two large scoops of ice cream, I could not resist burying my face in the cleavage in between and Sandra laughed and cradled my head, as I turn to the left and nibble at top of her right breast. They were bigger than I expected, and much larger than my wife’s. My God! It was years since I touched breasts this size!


I was rapidly losing control as I experienced the pleasures of another woman’s body for the first time since being married. I needed to her now! I quickly unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock and pleased hear Sandra pipe up “Now that’s a sight for sore eyes! ”She hoisted up her skirt and edged backwards sit on the desk. I moved towards her, cock leading the way. My hands went between her legs and rubbed her already moist, white lace panties. Sandra was pulling me closer, her left hand round my bum, her right hand tightly gripping my hardness, guiding me to her...“Give me your cock Sanju. I want your cock so badly!” I wanted her too. Its all I’d dreamed about, thought about, wanked about, for weeks on end and now it looked like it was finally going to become a reality. My hand grabbed hold of her white panties and hoisting them to one side, I saw Sandra’s dark hairy minge for the first time. My cock nearly erupted at the sight!“ me.” she whispered enticingly, pulling me between her legs and gripping my hips with her long and slender legs, “Take me now, Sanju.”
I placed my hands on her soft, peachy behind and as I entered her we both gasped. This is the first woman I’d ever entered other than my wife and it felt wickedly good! Sandra brought her hand around my neck and we started kiss, tenderly at first, then with more frantic, lusty pecks, as I began thrust slowly, deliberately into her. “I’ve dreamt of this moment..” Sandra breathed in my ear, much to my surprise. “So have I” I reply, “You’ve no idea…”didn’t take long before my pace quickened and I pushed her flat down against the desk. Pulling at her blouse, I opened a couple more buttons until her breasts were accessible. I scooped them quickly out of the white balcony bra that contained them and sighed as they flattened out against her sternum. God, this was even better than my fantasies…!I reached down and grabbed the gusset of her bra for leverage and then really started to drive into her, making her tits dance and wobble to each thrust. What a fucking sight! I instinctively grabbed at one of her breasts, squeezing, kneading it in my palm, as Sandra flung her head back and shouted, “Fuck!”


As I looked down at her on the desk, her big tits wobbling to my thrusts, ecstasy etched on that tanned face, my eyes caught a glimpse of the photo of my family on the desk and I experienced a sudden rush of guilt. I stopped for a moment. “What’s wrong, Sanju?” Sandra asked, sitting up again to face me, her hands touching my chest. “Nothing. Nothing at all” I replied as I pulled out of her. “Let’s do it in my chair.” I suggested, realizing that at least that way I won’t have to look at my wife while I was fucking my secretary.


Sitting back, I motioned to her and Sandra turned her back to me and then slowly lowered herself on to my cock. Her pussy felt hot, tight, silky and wonderful. As she began to gyrate on my cock any feelings of guilt at my adultery soon disappeared. Man alive! She felt wonderful. My hands instinctively reach around to cup her breasts and I reveled in their softness as they overflowed in my hands. “Squeeze my tits, Sanju….” Sandra murmured as her head fell back against mine. I caught the smell of her hair, freshly shampooed before work in my nostrils. Her breasts truly were wonderful, soft and heavy, her nipples responding instantly to my kneading motion and I instinctively started to buck at her from underneath. “That’s it Sanju, fuck me! Cum inside me!” she cried, and I was shocked at how enthusiastically she was bouncing on me. Before today my wife was the woman I’d ever fucked, and generally was pretty dull and timid missionary sex, with me doing most of the work. Sandra’s passion therefore was a revelation me. “Yes, yes, yes, yes!” she cried, as she jumped up and down on my cock with increasing force, her hands gripping my thighs, her French nails seemingly penetrating my skin...The weight of her body was pressed heavy against me, as her breathing intensified and I felt her pussy walls tighten their grip, readying milk me for all I was worth…Seconds later I could hold back no more., “I’m cumming Sandra. I’m cumming inside you!”As I sprayed my love juice high up inside her dark, hairy cunt, I felt Sandra’s body tense and twitch above me, as possibly for the first time ever, I experienced the wonders of a simultaneous orgasm.


Sweaty, exhausted and motionless after our sudden burst of activity, emotions were swirling through my head as the enormity of what I’d just done home. My fantasy had become a reality and I’d fucked another woman, other than my wife. I’d committed adultery and fucked my secretary. I was horrified but at the time enthralled, as my hands finally relinquished their grip of her breasts. “Well that was fun!” declared Sandra, getting up from me, as my limp cock slipped out of her, “I didn’t know you had in you, be honest.” she added, rather cuttingly. as she hunched her skirt back down over her thighs. She was clearly more assured than I was about what just happened, but clearly I’d much more lose; a young wife, a family, a home, all I’d worked and saved for. Despite all of this, the overriding sensation though was one of elation. Little did I know then, but this moment would mark the start of a lifetime of adultery.
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